Jolly Holiday Spirits and a Piece of Cake

Draco was lounging languishly in one of the sofas of the Slytherin common room, musing. Crabbe and Goyle were away for the Christmas holidays. He had had to stay at Hogwarts. His father had said something about 'conserving image'. He did not really care one way or the other. His gifts would come anyway. The only problem was that there was not much entertainment. He gazed at the ceiling. He would find a solution. A smile appeared on his face. He knew the perfect target.

***

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, sighed once again as he stared at the landscape untainted by snow. Only grey clouds and bare trees were to be seen from the Gryffindor common room. There did not seem to be much hope for a white Christmas. He could practice Quidditch... even though he should be studying for his N.E.W.T.s. Hermione was in the library doing just that and she had managed to drag Ron along. His stomach growled, interrupting his thoughts and reminding him that he had not eaten anything yet. He got up and made his way to the kitchens.

***

Draco's plan had been perfect. Except for one tiny insignificant detail: he did not know where his target was. At first he had thought it a piece of cake and had gone in the direction of his target's common room, at least that was until he realized that he didn't actually know where it was. Slightly disgruntled but still decided, he had made his way to the Great Hall. Then to the library, the Quidditch pitch, the dungeons (maybe he was still taking remedial Potions), he had even gone as far as to go to the half-giant's hut, but no such luck. Potter be damned! Never there when you needed him and there when you didn't! Now he had to search the whole damn school (which was impossible) and without anything to eat (which irritated him all the more). What he didn't have to do to get some amusement around here!

***

The Boy Who Was Slightly Bored roamed the school arms full of sweets and cakes the house-elves had generously given him. Absorbed in his thoughts he did not notice Draco turn a corner and find his target. Neither did he notice the satisfying smirk light Draco's face.

Two birds with one stone!

'Potter!'

Harry looked up, startled. Annoyance soon crossed his features.

'What do you want?'

'Pass me a piece of cake!'

'And you expect me to just hand it over?'

'Of course!'

'You're bloody naïve, Malfoy.'

Draco did his best to look threatening. 'Give it. Now.'

'You really want some?' Harry asked with a mischievous grin.

'I'm hungry Potter. I need cake.'

Harry shrugged. 'Fine then.' He walked over to where Draco was standing, complete confusion clearly written on his face. Suspicion dawned on the blonde's features.

'What are you playing at?' Draco asked taking a step back.

'Nothing. You want cake, I'll give you some.' At that he suddenly lunged himself at Draco. One hand grabbed Draco's robes pulling him to the floor while the other shoved a piece of cake down Draco's mouth open in surprise. Draco found himself having to swallow part of the piece of cake or choking. The stone floor was cold and uncomfortable. Having the Gryffindor on top of him, one knee on his stomach, the other pinning one leg to the floor and cake filling his mouth was not much fun either.

I was the one who was supposed to be amused!

Harry relented having no more cake to shove down Draco's throat and suddenly found himself on his back, his head banging on the floor. Draco was clearly irritated now.

'You're going to pay for that Potter.'

'Really?'

Harry did not have time to say more. Cakes and sweets littered the corridor and Draco did not have to reach far to take hold of one.

'See this Potter? It's called payback.'

Harry shut his mouth to avoid cake from filling his mouth but Draco kneed him in the stomach and his mouth opened with a soft 'ouf!'.

Draco did not lose any time and promptly pushed cake in Harry's mouth with a childish delight. Now this was entertainment! The piece of cake quickly disappeared however and he found himself sitting a bit foolishly on top of Potter whose face was smeared in cake, not much having been able to go down his throat.

'You seem to be enjoying yourself.' Potter glared from his awkward position.

'Why how observant of you, Potter!'

A smirk grew on Harry's face. 'Don't worry it's not going to last long.'

Before Draco had time to react, he found himself once more on his back.

'Bastard!'

'Now, now, Malfoy. That wasn't very nice. And I thought you liked being bottom.'

'Get off me you fag!'

'Not just yet Malfoy, I'm not finished with you.' Harry pinned Malfoy's arms to the ground.

'What? Bondage, Potter? Gonna rape me?'

'No, Malfoy. That would be more your style.'

Malfoy had had enough. He pushed Potter off him and whacked him on the head. It did not take long for Harry to react and Draco received a hard punch on his chest. What followed after can only be called a brawl. Both boys vented their pent up emotions on each other, blows falling at random and fists flying. The sweets and cakes lay strewn on the floor totally forgotten in the heat of the fight. Only Hermione's anguished voice managed to penetrate their minds clouded in rage.

'Harry! Malfoy! Are you two insane? What in hell are you doing?!?'

Harry and Draco separated, eyes glaring and fists still clenched.

'We're not finished, Potter.'

'Don't worry, Malfoy. I'll be waiting for you.'

Harry would have added more but Hermione dragged him away before more trouble could be caused.

***

Back in his common room, Draco thought that it had not gone that badly after all. True, it had not gone as planned, but one always has to make way for complications and adjust to them. The little brawl had been quite satisfying. Potter's face had been priceless smeared in all that cake. He had not realized that a piece of cake could do that much damage. He leaned back on the couch. Finally, it was not so boring. And he had a revenge to take after all.

On the other side of the castle, a dark haired boy was having similar thoughts.